Rose Gold
EST Gee feat 42 Dugg
paroles EST Gee Rose Gold

EST Gee - Rose Gold Lyrics & Traduction

[42 Dugg]
Fuck with me (Free dem)
Fuck with me (What they call you?)
Fuck with me

[42 Dugg]
Call me Mr. Rose-Gold (Who the hell is Carlo?), everything froze (Yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word)
Come and get you some (Yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ion't ask that ho who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

[42 Dugg]
Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that loud, I'm gettin' stoned
I ring my bitch, freaky text and wanna fuck
"Bae, can I bring my bitch?"
Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit
How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up
Forty ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up
These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us?
Dawg, weed, lean, and pills, this a one-stop truck
Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck
All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched
Somebody bound to make it crazy
Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me?
I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats
I cashed out on that bitch
Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch
Drekk got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck
I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch

[42 Dugg & EST Gee]
Call me Mr. Rose-Gold, everything froze (Yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word)
Come and get you some (Yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ion't ask that ho who dick she on (Yeah, yeah)
I still sell them bricks for low (Yeah), I fuck with that piccolo (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[EST Gee]
2020, niggas know who killed the most
Told lil' bro they scared, we somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts
Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes
Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope
I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust
It wasn't easy takin' over but I had dropped my nuts
I know it's some crucial bloody brothers that hate my guts
We be whackin' shit for real, they beefin' for PR stunts
So if it's up, then it's stuck
Rappers cappin', got their yeekies in they trunk
It's on my lap and I don't clutch
So if I up, nigga, duck
Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get bold
Like my connect, fuck with them strippers, I got plugs on them poles

[42 Dugg]
Call me Mr. Rose-Gold, everything froze (Yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word)
Come and get you some (Yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ion't ask that ho who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

[42 Dugg]
Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck it, Gotti, get 'em both
I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG)
Keep that shit in Memphis (Why?), 'cause I'm down with my nigga
If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek
All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny
Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnids
And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners

[42 Dugg]
Call me Mr. Rose-Gold, everything froze (Yeah, everything)
Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours
All my niggas know I used to sell dope (Word)
Come and get you some (Yeah)
Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you one
Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want?
Ion't ask that ho who dick she on
I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo


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